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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341977" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>England CXVII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, queen of the waves, whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee<br>round,<br>Mother fair as the morning, where is now the place of thy foemen found?<br>Still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them stricken, acclaims<br>thee crowned.<br>Time may change, and the skies grow strange with signs of treason, and<br>fraud, and fear:<br>Foes in union of strange communion may rise against thee from far and<br>near:<br>Sloth and greed on thy strength may feed as cankers waxing from year<br>to year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, though treason and fierce unreason should league and lie and defame<br>and smite,<br>We that know thee, how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons of<br>night,<br>We that love thee, behold above thee the witness written of life in<br>light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life that shines from thee shows forth signs that none may read not by<br>eyeless foes:<br>Hate, born blind, in his abject mind grows hopeful now but as madness<br>grows:<br>Love, born wise, with exultant eyes adores thy glory, beholds and glows.<br>Truth is in thee, and none may win thee to lie, forsaking the face of<br>truth:<br>Freedom lives by the grace she gives thee, born again from thy deathless<br>youth:<br>Faith should fail, and the world turn pale, wert thou the prey of the<br>serpent's tooth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Greed and fraud, unabashed, unawed, may strive to sting thee at heel in<br>vain;<br>Craft and fear and mistrust may leer and mourn and murmur and plead and<br>plain:<br>Thou art thou: and thy sunbright brow is hers that blasted the strength<br>of Spain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, mother beloved, none other could claim in place of thee England's<br>place:<br>Earth bears none that beholds the sun so pure of record, so clothed with<br>grace:<br>Dear our mother, nor son nor brother is thine, as strong or as fair of<br>face,<br>How shalt thou be abased? or how shalt fear take hold of thy heart? of<br>thine,<br>England, maiden immortal, laden with charge of life and with hopes<br>divine?<br>Earth shall wither, when eyes turned hither behold not light in her<br>darkness shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, none that is born thy son, and lives by grace of thy glory,<br>free,<br>Lives and yearns not at heart and burns with hope to serve as he<br>worships thee;<br>None may sing thee: the sea-wind's wing beats down our songs as it<br>hails the sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Algernon+Charles+Swinburne">Algernon Charles Swinburne</a><div class=q>
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Mother fair as the morning, where is now the place of thy foemen found?
Still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them stricken, acclaims
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